Let us boldly contemn all imitation, though it comes to us graceful and fragrant as the morning; and foster all originality, though, at first, it be as crabbed and ugly as our own pine knots.
— Herman Melville
About this Space
This started as a quiet side gallery for the now defunct Group Read of Thomas Pynchon's book, Against the Day. It drifted laterally for a spell, then fell silent. There was a time when I thought it might yet rise from its own ashes, but such hopes are now extinguished.
